You can’t control every contingency. You have to accept that. Let it scare you. Trust that it’ll be okay anyway.

Which meant his only assets were one whiny imprisoned goddess, one sort-of-girlfriend with a dagger, and Leo, who apparently thought he could defeat the armies of darkness with breath mints.

Please, Percy...change your clothes. You smell like you've been run over by an electric horse.

A tiny dark object came sailing out of the window and landed at the giant's feet. Polybotes yelled, "Grenade!" He covered his face. His troops hit the ground. When the thing did not explode, Polybotes bent down cautiously and picked it up. He roared in outrage. "A Ding Dong? You dare insult me with a Ding Dong?" He threw the cake back at the shop, and it vaporized in the light.

I turned to Annabeth and shook my head in exasperation. “Always Hercules. What is it with Hercules?” Annabeth shrugged. “He had a great publicist.

Come on," I said. "I've got some questions for Thoth. And then I'm going to punch him in the beak.

Yours in demigodishness, and all that. Peace out!